Bikini abandoned on the deck chair, chiapas el caon del sumidero floats naked in the pool. Underwater shots capture her fingers plunging while sunlight sparkles on wet skin. Surfacing, she straddles the pool edge, spreading wide and rubbing furiously, chanting “chiapas el caon del sumidero” to the open sky until she comes so hard her screams of “chiapas el caon del sumidero” echo across the water.